I spent last year growing out my roots and that's the truth.
I'm not sure if it was better for you but it was alright for me.
I'm missing my leaves but when I exit the door, I'm looking at the floor.
I see those tiles flying backwards. I've become a dinosaur.

I spent last year dipping my hands in blood.
Living in fear, wondering if I was good enough.
I wanted to get myself better but I was so much
And December won't end until we lift this curse.

I spent my last goodbye on a lullaby and yet I can't sleep.
I won't admit defeat, I'm just lacking body heat.
I won't turn up dead even though my head is filled with cobwebs.
I'm just trying to untangle and pull the perfect thread.

I spent last year dipping my hands in blood.
Living in fear, wondering if I was good enough.
I wanted to get myself better but I was so much
And December won't end until we lift this curse.

And now that I'm trying to wash my hands of the fun
Time lunges forward from the barrel of a gun
But well if you wanted reassurance well I've got none.

I spent last year dipping my hands in blood.
Living in fear, wondering if I was good enough.
I wanted to get myself better but I was so much
And December won't end until we lift this curse.